Yes, there are blood stains on my hands
but I wish the history books understood
that I had not meant to start a war-
my nails were sharper than I knew
and my strength greater than expected
truly, truly it was not my intention
to draw first blood and lay siege
but when backed into a corner
anyone can become a warrior, a leader
and though I left the world in ashes
I doubt you would have done differently.

Those people with
sticky, syrupy
personalities;
overly saccharine like
artificial sweetener,
I do not like you.
You are trying to
feed me sugar but it’s
forced down like cyanide.
Give me your dark chocolate
we all have a little
bitterness.

Put your ear to the rails
just to hear it buzz
a train is coming
and always was-
it won’t stop here
nor will it wait
so pack your bags
do not be late
we’ll run alongside and
hitch a ride my dear
it will take us
somewhere far from here
we’ll only look forward
and never back
our past will be
just a set of tracks.

Some people think the most important
thing to say and mean is
I love you
but I think something that conveys
so much more is
I’ll be there.
I’ll be there when the dark skies roll in
both in the happiness of evening and
for the tremors that grip you
in the late night hours.
I’ll be there when I love you beyond comprehension
and even when I do not like you very much.
I’ll be there when you’re on top of the world
and by your side when you hit rock bottom.
In celebration or in misery
you will never have to be alone again.